and these she says
holding out
a plastic bag
of fresh plucked
figs
we embrace
I take the green
figs
feeling the ripe
heart of each one
barely contained
and arrange them in
a blue bowl
I place them on the
table
in easy reach of
everyone
think better of it
hide them in the
fridge
for later
succulent poem; I'm very fond of figs too!
ReplyDeleteWas thinking of this while writing ( One of my favourites, first read when I was about 13, it has stayed with me always)
ReplyDelete"This Is Just To Say" by William Carlos Williams.
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
Good one Mikaela,
ReplyDeleteI am enjoying your poems. Kevin B